Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 554

Chapter 554: I Will Look Into It

"I will look into it," he said.

Valentina searched his face. "That’s all?"

"That is all I can promise until I have something concrete."

She did not have time for that. Luca already knew too much and would be watching.

"When I do, you will know," Voss said.

Then he walked off. She exhaled through her mouth, then forced herself to move. She walked past the stalls, examining jars of honey, fresh bread, and vegetables.

Voss was right. She thought. She was escalating. She had to find a way to be ahead of Luca now. Because if Luca won, she would lose everything.

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"Fuck me," Luca grunted.

Vee rode him like she had one clear mission and no respect for his ability to remain sane. His hands gripped her waist. Her ass shifted against his thighs, and his cock sat buried deep inside her, hot, hard, and exactly where he had spent too many miserable weeks fearing it would never properly belong again.

Obviously, it was a good night for Luca. A glorious night. A night worthy of a national holiday in his honour.

She had attacked him straight out of the shower. His wife had looked at him with those dark, greedy eyes, pushed him back onto the bed, and climbed on top of him like she owned his body.

Which she did. Legally, emotionally, sexually. How could he say no? He was a criminal, not a fool. They said pregnant women were always horny. Luca had once thought that sounded like one of those things men said in bars when pretending to know women. Now, with Veronica moving above him, he was beginning to believe it with religious devotion.

His head pressed into the pillow as she rolled her hips again, taking him deeper. "Christ, Bambola."

Vee’s hands braced against his chest, her body moving with enough hunger to ruin him. Her lips parted. Her lashes lowered. She looked powerful.

"I need you wetter, baby," he urged, though God knew she was already soaking him. Still, he wanted more. More of her pleasure. More of that helpless little sound she made. His fingers slid down to where they were joined, finding her swollen nub and rubbing in fast, firm circles.

"Oh, you bastard." Her thighs tightened around him.

"Come on, love," he murmured. "Come on."

Vee did not know how much wetter she could possibly be. She had been ready before he even got home, restless all afternoon.

But his fingers on her sent her closer. Her breathing broke.

"Luca..." she warned.

He rubbed harder. "That’s it."

"Oh God..."

"Fuck yes."

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